Emma Cogoleto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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After the rain stops, I decide to hit up the local market. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the locals chatting away. I grab some lemons, and this old lady, Nonna Rosa, gives me a free one. I’m like, “Thanks, Nonna! You’re the best!” She just smiles and says, “You need it for your limoncello!” I mean, who doesn’t love a good limoncello?

La Scala pays tribute to Magda Olivero who has died at 104